Nov 23, 2017 Original Poetry
Thanksgiving 2017
©November 23rd, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Many dinosaurs died, and trees, too,
So we could be on the road today.
We gave thanks for family, food, friends.
All around us, the trees leaned in closer,
And the Octagon hummed with voices
From ancient tribes thronging in the dark.
Was it forgiveness? Mourning? Love? All of these?
Or, was it that the earth was spinning around,
Like a lost soul, humming to herself,
Shouting into the winds, like Lear in winter?
Sometimes, great occasions weep behind a mask.
Still, the food was delicious, and our duty
To the generations who need reminding
Was done. Now, it’s time to face tomorrow.
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